Poem

Mushrooms; slimy, gushy, and very mushy.
They are the color of sadness,
The texture of rubber,
And the taste of bidderness,
Grown in the wild,
They can be poisonous.
Put them on any food; pizza, soup,
And eat them plain.
They will always be gross.
Seasoned by a five star chief
And I will still hate them.
I wish I was allergic to them,
That way I wouldn't be forced to eat mushrooms.
Who wants to eat a fungi?
I will and always hate mushrooms.
No one wants to eat something...Slimy, gushy, and very mushy